Nothing lasts. No matter how hard we hold onto it, it always slides through our fingers and spills away. Even the very essence of our self eludes our own capture. The transient nature of our exsience is the heart of what makes us human. Being able to understand that transience is both a burden and a blessing. While it plagues us with fears for that which comes next, the knowing also gives us the oppurtunity to choose how we spend the limited allotments we are given.